a car... no... no, it's not him. sorry. this is a long shot, but maybe my friend sandy knows who he hangs out with. ( sighs ) ( phone ringing ) ( coughing ) why don't you answer the damn phone? hello? rebecca: sandy, it's rebecca. how are you doing? ( softly ): i'm o.k. what's up? listen, have you seen or heard from kevin? kevin? no, why? well, to make a long story short, he swiped my uncle's car keys. we think he's driving around somewhere. oh, god! poor kid. no, i haven't seen him. jack: who is it? it's rebecca. she doesn't know where kevin is. do you know who he hangs around with these days? ( sighs ) no, we really haven't talked much. if you hear anything, call me, o.k.? sure. why the hell is she calling this time of night? i'm trying to get some sleep. sandy: i've got to go. i'll call you tomorrow, all right? sandy, is something wrong? rebecca: what's going on over there? sandy: i really have to go. i told you get off the phone! i'll call you tomorrow. sandy? sandy! ( door closes ) kevin! where the hell have you been? we've been worried sick. you took uncle brendan's car, didn'